In the Quiet Space

In the Quiet Space.

Listen: to the quietness.
It’s deafening/unsettling/unique.
The commercial corridors,
whistles/bells/horns and radio- gone.
Streets in the quiet space,
“Hello lo lo lo.”
Catch the dregs of last crowds sun
comes the darkness/quietness.
Empty streets echo out;
“Where are you all?”
Weeded in a new-apocalypse-look,
The window shops showing
Out of season looks.
But In this quite space I found myself.

by Robin McNamara © 2020

Published by robinmcpoet

Robin McNamara is an Irish poet with over 90 poems published worldwide. A regular contributor to Poetry Ireland poetry prompts. UCD Library have a selection of his pandemic poems in their archives as a record of poems written during this period. Robin’s debut chapbook is to be published with Hedgehog Poetry Press in early 2021.

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